In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog:

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Maybe, Not Important

I've witnessed some injuries on projects. One involved a mangled hand, with the realization the pink stuff in the exposed inner flesh of the fingers was live bone. It was terrible to behold, and the helplessness to offer much relief was unpleasant.

That's mild, compared to those that watched friends succumb to injury during battle. I can only imagine trying to help hold intestines in, while waiting for a medivac, or listening to the wails of someone with nerves reacting to a wound that will eventually end their life.

We honor those that fell during their service this weekend, but I like to honor those that survived, wondered about their luck, felt some guilt for surviving, and went on to live their lives in a society that rarely contemplates the horror of combat.

We're all in this together, and we're all responsible for all that transpires during the tribulations of our nation. Never forget those that sacrificed their life, and never discount the importance of all that are part of our national defense.

Super Glue Stitch

I didn't receive stitches after the surgeon was finished. Instead, a surgical "super glue" was used. The result fascinates me, since it looks like a dollop of glue was squeezed into the wound, and it held it all together after it dried.

A small section already is gone, but most is still there. From what I've read, it will all finally come off over a few weeks.

Never, since the surgery, has the wound shown any signs of infection. That's the best part. Being sealed, and with a surgery team practicing the best sterilization practices, the wound is never exposed to bacteria.

I'm impressed.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Disjointed Thoughts

I guess I'm still recovering from carpal tunnel release surgery. I don't have much energy, and the evening brings a weariness that demands taking it easy. I wouldn't have thought it would be as such, but I have no other explanation.

Still, I've had a few thoughts, so I'll list them as they return to my memory:

- Cumulonimbus clouds: When close, they tower over you, and the bottom becomes increasingly more dark, and foreboding. When they're at a distance, they're more orange; tall, the tops just above the horizon, and you can only imagine the fury of the weather underneath,

- Hillary Clinton: Yes, she's a liar. A well informed media would have researched her activities all the way back to the Watergate days, Even then, she was unethical, and unwilling to follow the law. Expecting her to change over time is foolish, yet the media seems to relish ignorance and deception. I'm thinking it has something to do with the fact they're damn near useless, when it comes to changing a flat tire. Being so useless carries over into professional activities.

- Feral House Cats: I can't really blame the cats from becoming cats, but I have no use for feral house cats. They're a nuisance, and I really have no compassion for the critters.

-Peanut Butter Cookies: I've found a brand that has Reese's Pieces in the ingredients. They're very good, and I just pulled a dozen from the oven. No, I won't save you any. They're already half gone.

- Politicians: You can't trust any politician. Some are more willing to not fleece the public, but I think those are a very small minority.

I really can't remember any other profound thoughts of today, so I'll end this post, and go watch the blue jays enjoy their peanuts.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Honor and Sorrow Again

I've been honored during my life. It's an honor that too many ignore, yet every moment of freedom they are graced with was hard won by those that may have silently bled to death; alone, in pain, fighting for their last moments and thinking of those they'd never see again.

Never forget those that honored you with the greatest sacrifice. Remember them, and those that fought with them in the unending war against tyranny. It's a war never to be won, if we ever forget.

Four and a Half Days Later

The healing is progressing. Although I have a little numbness with part of my hand, there is no surgical pain, unless I push a little too hard.

What is most interesting is the lack of stitches. All that was done to close the wound was a dollop of what looks like super glue. It's holding well, and I'm thinking it's probably grown back together by now.

From what I've read, the final result would make a Vegas bookie lose sleep. The numbness could last forever; or not. My hand strength could return; or not. That's not much to book on, but I can testify that hand, and arm, do not have pain at night any longer. The left is next, although I'll wait for at least four weeks before surgery. After that, I'm hoping all the problems with carpal tunnel syndrome will be gone forever.